The Mammoth Fierce Beast Group ran at a speed of nearly 200 kilometers per hour, taking two hours to reach a Fierce Beast Tribe.

On the plain ahead, stood thousands of Silver Armored Warhorses.

Each Silver Armored Warhorse stood at four to five meters tall, covered in bony silver armor, with muscular bodies, especially on the shoulders, where muscles bulged like two balls.

Compared to other fierce beasts, the Silver Armored Warhorses were more aligned with human aesthetics.

With long bodies and high, gracefully arched necks, they resembled swans among horses.

Their mane was smooth and silvery white, their eyes lively, emitting a faint glow.

A full-body silver shiny bone armor, as bony as jade, gleamed a metallic silver, combining beauty and might.

Silver Armored Warhorses had higher intelligence.

For the Martial Artists charging into battle, they were the perfect mounts.

When Zhou Leng was young, he saw reviews of Silver Armored Warhorses in videos, where many people in the commentary exclaimed that they were the most perfect mount in the Ten Realms.

Zhou Leng shouted loudly, "Don't kill them all, capture some!"

Huang translated, Xiaoba shouted, and though the other Eight-toothed Mammoths didn't understand, they also did not object.

The collective charge capability of the Silver Armored Warhorses was very strong, making them a good complement to the Eight-toothed Mammoth clan.

However, the Silver Armored Warhorses were famous for their stubborn tempers, often refusing to submit even when beaten half to death.

"Aow..." The long trunks were raised, sounding like a horn.

Thousands of Silver Armored Warhorses neighed, bowing their heads slightly, charging head-on.

A thousand horses galloped like chariots charging, their brilliance shimmering, an imposing sight to behold.

Most fierce beasts were fearless, but a few were intimidated by the Silver Armored Warhorses' imposing presence and slowed down.

Zhou Leng followed behind the Eight-toothed Mammoth herd, circulating True Qi, and employing the Taiqing Sea Robe.

Zhou Leng stared ahead, his aura gradually merging with the beast group.

In his eyes, the battle spirit burned like fire, scorching the world.

Silver-white light met with the dim gray horizon.

Bang, bang, bang...

Each Silver Armored Warhorse howled and was knocked flying, twisting in the air.

No matter in terms of size or strength, the Eight-toothed Mammoths far exceeded the Silver Armored Warhorses, continuing their charge like bulldozers over the earth and the fallen Silver Armored Warhorses.

With a flick of their long trunks, the Silver Armored Warhorses were sent flying.

With a stab and a lift from their tusks, warhorse blood splattered across the sky.

The Silver Armored Warhorses stubbornly neighed repeatedly, refusing to concede, continuously colliding.

Gradually, the formidable formation of the Eight-toothed Mammoths was broken up by the Silver Armored Warhorses.

A team of Silver Armored Warhorses penetrated through the gaps in the Eight-toothed Mammoth ranks, charging toward Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, with a rumbling sound, the earth cracked, dust flew, and his body suddenly felt light, gently using his shoulder to collide with the approaching Innate Silver Armored Warhorse.

The Silver Armored Warhorse's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, yet it continued its straightforward charge.

At the moment of impact, Zhou Leng stomped on the ground again, and his body, feather-like, dropped gently.

Feather landed on the earth, transforming into a mountain.

A flying whale landing into the sea.

Boom...

Zhou Leng collided with the Silver Armored Warhorse, his Qi Blood thickened, a faint steam emitted from all his pores.

The Silver Armored Warhorse's eyes widened, only to feel a massive ocean-like object crashing head-on, sending it flying backward, crashing into the Silver Armored Warhorse behind it.

Zhou Leng's feet were firmly rooted to the ground, having knocked the Silver Armored Warhorse aside without retreating.

Henceforth, his strength equaled the fierce beasts.

Colliding with fierce beasts would normally harm internal organs, but under the protection of the Taiqing Sea Robe, only a tenth of the impact reached the body, sparing the internal organs.

A second Silver Armored Warhorse charged forward, Zhou Leng sidestepped, embraced the legs, his feet deeply rooted to the ground, his arms turned crimson, steam erupted, performing a colossal back throw.

The huge Silver Armored Warhorse traced a beautiful silvery arc across the sky, landing with a thud into the ground, with legs flailing.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, pounding the horse's head with three consecutive punches, knocking it out.

Another Silver Armored Warhorse came charging, Zhou Leng leaped strongly, wrapping his arms around its long neck, clamping his legs tightly, his Qi Blood and strength surging throughout, twisting his waist.

Like a dragon embracing a pillar, like a python coiling an elephant.

Crack...

The neck bones of the Silver Armored Warhorse shattered piece by piece, its legs suddenly gave way, falling to the ground, the light gradually dimming in its eyes.

Zhou Leng got up, killing other Silver Armored Warhorses.

The thousand beasts engaged in a fierce battle, with blood light soaring to the sky.

The vicious beasts slaughtered each other, murder intent dense.

Zhou Leng completely forgot about capturing and taming the warhorses, resembling a human-shaped fierce beast, fighting in a blood-soaked battle.

The Taiqing Sea Robe consumed too much True Qi, halfway through the battle, Zhou Leng gave up the body-protecting divine techniques and used all his True Qi for offense.

Before the sunset, the battle ended.

A faint golden light spread across the grasslands, the thick scent of blood filled the battlefield.

Nearby, hundreds of fierce beasts lay on the ground.

In the distance, young Silver Armored Warhorses huddled together, trembling.

Zhou Leng's skeleton had countless fractures, but he remained standing.

One Eight-toothed Mammoth of the tribe perished in battle, seven collapsed, while the rest, though heavily injured, continued to stand.

This tribe's Silver Armored Warhorses did not possess Demigod bloodlines, yet their strength reached the ordinary Fierce Beast Tribe's limits.

The Eight-toothed Mammoths gathered in a large circle around the fallen mammoth, with Xiaoba leading Zhou Leng into the circle.

Their trunks raised high, the Eight-toothed Mammoths sang ancient tones of mourning.

Profoundly solemn and grand.

After the memorial for their kin, the Fierce Beasts cleaned up the battlefield.

The Eight-toothed Mammoths entered the Silver Armored Warhorse Tribe, plundering all resources and driving the young Silver Armored Warhorses away.

The young Silver Armored Warhorses were whimpering, their big, bright eyes filled with tears, appearing both pitiful and adorable.

Zhou Leng selected the most beautiful and robust Silver Armored Warhorse from the group as his mount.

The Silver Armored Warhorse stubbornly raised its head, its beautiful shiny black eyes glistening with unyielding tears.

"From now on, your name is Polly."

The Silver Armored Warhorse still held its head high, looking down on the Furless Fierce Ape with disdain.

Zhou Leng threw it to the ground, punched it twice on the head, then clamped its neck with his arm and dragged it forward.

Although called a pony, its strength was equivalent to a Life Force Late Stage, much larger than a regular horse from Blue Star, nearly three meters tall at the head.

The Silver Armored Little Horse was disoriented, neighing chaotically, kicking with its four hooves and twisting its body wildly.

Zhou Leng's strength far surpassed its own, dragging it along while it struggled in vain, helplessly forced across the ground.

The other little horses watched it pitiably, gazing at Zhou Leng with increased fear.

The Eight-toothed Mammoths ignored Zhou Leng, as it was just one little horse, and they didn't mind if he killed and ate it.

After running dozens of kilometers, the Silver Armored Little Horse was still resisting, so Zhou Leng punched it in the head again, causing it to become dizzy and its struggle to weaken.

After running another dozen kilometers, when the Silver Armored Little Horse regained its strength and began to struggle again, Zhou Leng delivered two more punches.

By the time they reached the Eight-toothed Mammoth Tribe, little horse Polly was already dazed, its forehead covered with lumps, its shiny black eyes full of grievance and a hint of dullness.

This Furless Fierce Ape was terrifying.

Zhou Leng locked its neck with his right arm, dragging it wherever he went, as Polly had already gone mad, finding this the utmost humiliation.

As Zhou Leng walked, he said to Huang and Xiaoba, "While I'm not around, you two train it well, and beat it if it doesn't obey. I heard that's how you tame a horse."

Huang and Xiaoba exchanged glances, pondering that humans train horses differently than in the Fierce Beast World. But, he's smart, better follow his lead.

Zhou Leng had no time for horse training and had to resort to forceful methods.

In the future, he would tailor a saddle for Polly and, after advancing to Grandmaster, take Polly on long journeys in the Fierce Beast World, significantly conserving energy.

Before long, Zhou Leng claimed his spoils while dragging the little horse's neck.

A complete set of Innate Silver Armor.

Freshly peeled off the carcass of a Silver Armored Warhorse, dripping with blood and reeking, yet its surface remained smooth and flawless.

A barrel of Grandmaster Warhorse Blood.

The Qi Blood of the Silver Armored Warhorse was rich in power, even considered a great supplement for the Eight-toothed Mammoths. Zhou Leng divided it into dozens of small bottles.

A Grandmaster's Tail.

Not much use, but it looked nice.

Two whole Innate Warhorse Meats.

Divided, bagged, top-quality Innate Meat Herbal Cuisine, several tons, enough for a while.

Five portions of the Medicinal Fruit from the Silver Armored Warhorse Tribe.

A large bundle of "Purslane" among them, the key Medicinal Fruit of the Silver Armored Warhorse Tribe.

After consumption, the skin's nature changes, becoming more resilient.

The Silver Armored Warhorse's silver armor was developed from generations of indulging in Purslane.

With their Silver Armor, ordinary Fierce Beasts were no match for the Silver Armored Warhorse Tribe, but they still fell short before the Eight-toothed Mammoths.

Zhou Leng, after taking stock of the spoils, expressed his intent to purchase horse whips and horse bones.

The Eight-toothed Mammoths were curious but agreed, freely giving all their horse whips to Zhou Leng.

They didn't eat horse bones anyway, treating them as trash to be discarded, only to be picked up by ordinary Fierce Beasts as snacks for grinding teeth.

Xiaoba puzzledly asked why he wanted the horse whip.

Zhou Leng smiled without a word.

After washing the Silver Armor, he contentedly put it away.

Put up for auction on Blue Star, the wealthy would frantically bid for it.

For no other reason than it being the first piece on Blue Star.

As for those horse whips, they would drive the wealthy crazy just the same.

Amidst the camp with Polly's neck in tow, Zhou Leng observed.

Polly initially cursing Zhou Leng's violence now cursed him as a pervert in her heart.

Zhou Leng roamed the camp, gaining insight, then called for Huang and Xiaoba.

"Let's make a deal, in the future, any scraps from your tribe, like Innate horse bones, Fierce Beast leftovers, gather them up and freeze them near the Frost Giant Tree."

"I won't take advantage of you; I can purchase what you need from Blue Star or other worlds, like stewed beef, braised pork knuckles, roast whole lamb, and roast camel, trading them with your bones, or human pills, or items from other Ten Realms races that help you advance, how about it?"

Halfway through Huang's translation, Xiaoba drooled a waterfall, nodding vigorously.

"Save up more now, I don't have the power yet, but once I advance to Grandmaster, I'll open trade between two worlds."

Xiaoba enthusiastically thumped his chest with his trunk, echoing booms.

The next day, Zhou Leng looked at Polly and instructed Huang to translate.

"From now on, you are my mount."

"You have a choice, continue being dragged by me or Xiaoba, or honestly follow us."

After Huang's translation, Polly proudly puffed up its chest and raised its head, the silver mane swaying in the wind.

Silver Armored Warhorse, never surrender.

Zhou Leng smacked with two punches, then continued clutching its neck, dragging it along, deliberately circling the area where Silver Armored Warhorses were confined twice.

Little horse Polly was overwhelmed with shame, closing its eyes as Zhou Leng dragged it.

After dealing with the Silver Armored Warhorse Tribe, Zhou Leng dragged little horse Polly and returned to Mammoth Lake with the Eight-toothed Mammoths to soak and heal its wounds.

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